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Run: The Legend of Badjan Kholi - Chapter 1Chapter 1
I Am Badjan
Told from the viewpoint of Badjan Kholi
The day my heart tore in two, I was alone. I couldn’t understand how one that had been so close to me, so very close, could possibly do such a thing to me. But then, that was months before my heart broke, months before I died inside. For now she wanted, no, needed, my help again. What was I to do?
I often contemplated the actions that led me up to that moment when I had to make a decision. Such actions were never easy to take, and I realized years later that I should have remained in my place, doing what I was meant to do all along. Then again, there was no place to call my own, and I was never meant to do anything.
There was no one to speak of these things with as I reflected on them. I was always alone, after my banishment, at least. I was brought into the world meant to be a failure, meant to be this person that would just cause havoc and grief to anyone that came into c
Character Bio - Badjan KholiName: Badjan Kholi
Hair color/style: dark black, tossed to the side in a scruffy mop
Eye color: dark brown, almond shaped
Skin color: deep, caramel tan
Distinguishing features: a narrow face and jaw line, almond-shaped eyes, big ears, and a built, muscular body
Rank/Job: banished prince turned thief
Personality: Badjan is prominent and still walks with a kingly air, complete with a hardened heart and a cruel sort of pride about himself. He is quick to judge and very slow to trust, and can develop a quick hatred for anyone or anything that gets in his way, finding it hard to read his own thoughts and emotions.
Abilities/Disabilities: Badjan is quick with knives and also fights well with a staff; his other abilities include being a very wise thinker and quick-witted thief. His disabilities include low strength and stealth, due t
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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